crème fraiche

your potpourri dreams, tablescapes with swan napkins and a blonde wood pepper grinder. your dream is underfoot, is flattened under the weight of this new bamboo placemat made from sustainable eco-goats.

the chair pull itself out and asks, where have you been?

i did the budget today and felt how easy it was. it was so easy. i logged in and thought, this is tedious busywork that i enjoy, and all this time i have mistaken it for a challenge. what is a challenge? how do people stay on track? how do people not dive roll out of moving cars all the time?

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i’m going to write a cookbook and name it Gross Recipes from the 70s. i want cottage cheese to make a comeback, egg noodles and golden raisins. i don’t understand the colors from then, because it means that my colors from now have the potential to be putrid and embarrassing.

avocado, mustard, orange

dove, emerald, cobalt.

i want to get back into the gut, stick my hand in the blender and over-enunciate FRAPPE